Karma (Wendip)

4. "Your pain is hilarious!"

All throughout class, I couldn't focus on the lesson. I couldn't even answer any questions thrown by Mrs. Frías. Wendy was sitting next to me. The most popular girl in school.

I know I probably sound repetitive, but it's true. She is, and she is in my class!

Sometimes I would catch her glancing at me, and each time, my continuously red cheeks darkened. By the end of class, I felt like I had a fever. I probably had pit stains too.

I practically ran to my next class when the bell rang. I couldn't stay in there any longer, lest I embarrass myself further in front of her.

"Good morning." I greeted Mrs. Rose. She was my Algebra 2 teacher.

"Oh hello there! How are today, Dipper?" As any other day, she was very energetic. She was a small thing. She had loose long frizzy brown hair and light brown eyes. Today, she wore a black t-shirt, complimenting her black eyeliner and mascara, and boot-cut jeans.

She looked like she was in her 50's but had the energy of a 10 year old. She was awesome. She was also my hight. That was a bonus, considering everyone almost always towered over me.

"I'm good." I simply replied.

I sat down in a desk separated from all the other desks. The desks were all placed sporadically across the room. Some were in clusters an others were, like mine, separated from the clusters.

Eventually, instead of waiting out in the halls and chatting, students filed inside and got ready for today's lesson.

No one complained or fussed. Mrs. Rose always managed to make everything easy to understand and fun.

"Okay, class. Time to get out your homework.".

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The following classes were Environmental Science, and Creative Writing. Nothing eventful happened. Bill was in my Creative Writing class, but other then that, nothing important.

I do know, however, that when Creative Writing ends, I will have to run and hide. After this class is lunch, and Bill will find me. He always does.

Currently, I'm sitting in my seat. I'm looking at the clock on the wall. Only a few minutes till lunch. Everyone is getting antsy. They want lunch just as much as me. Except they want it so they can talk and eat with their friends. I want it so that I can hide and not get beaten up.

I discreetly look at Bill, who is sitting next to me... unfortunately. I quickly look away. Fudge... he was looking at me. He caught me looking and smirked. That can't be good. Nothing that goes on in his head is ever good.

I scoot to the edge of my seat, away from Bill. I lean my head down and place my hand nervously in my hair. My feet were shivering. I was getting tremors. I was scared.

Who wouldn't be scared if they knew they would get beat up? I didn't even know why Bill or Robin picked on me.

RING

I jolted. The bell. It took me a second to realize that I had not yet gathered my things. Fudge! If I had already prepared to leave before the bell, I would have already been out the door.

Just as I was standing up, with my things now, I saw Bill walking out the door. He looked at me and smirked.

Fudge.

He'll be waiting out there. Somehow, his friends will be there, too, even if they were all the way on the other side of the premises. That's not good. Totally not good.

I'm dead; so dead...

My heart plummeted to my feet. Guess I'll have to endure another round...

I sighed. My eyes downcast, I walked around the organized desks and out the door. It was still crowded and everyone was heading to the cafeteria.